In
Memory of Noelle J Schlachta
September 15, 1967 - April 30, 1989
Nineteen
hundred and sixty-seven
an angel was sent down from heaven.
Mama held the newborn girl,
Papa welcomed her to the world.
Rosebud
cheeks and deep brown eyes,
Sleeps so peaceful, seldom cries.
Mama rocks her little girl,
Gently strokes her silken curls.
Safe
inside the arms of love,
Raised with help sent from above.
Mama, papa, baby girl,
Setting out to claim the world.
Two
more children, little boys,
Family of five, house full of toys
Years will pass the love along,
Building futures wise and strong.
The
little girl, firstborn, Noelle,
A world to conquer, wish her well.
Heaven laid plans out for the girl;
stopped in her tracks by this dark world.
The
road she traveled to a future bright,
Met the tragic fate of a stranger's
plight.
A reckless driver, stone cold drunk,
Not one to stop him; how low he'd sunk.
Her
friends would gather to celebrate the life
of a daughter, a friend, but never a wife.
Her friends would join the family dear,
to give them comfort as a verdict drew near.
A
few months in jail, could hardly compare
to the loss of a sister who would never be
there.
Forgiveness allows us the strength to go on,
But it never unleashes the hold of the bond.
Nineteen
hundred and ninety-seven,
My best friend turns thirty, above us in heaven.
No party to go to, no candles to blow,
No answers to tell us...why she had to
go.
Her
friend,
Terri Kolb
